Coming Together

“FUCK YOU, BALTIMARE!!!” Aria screamed, spiking her microphone so hard that it shattered on the stage. With the crowd in an excited uproar, doubtlessly wanting another encore, she stormed out of the spotlight and towards the nearest exit. She didn’t give a damn if their fans wanted more; after the last three weeks, she was at her wits end.

Their recent tour, in a single word, had been hellish. Before she’d left with her fellow dazzlings on a month-long circuit of performances, Gear had reaped sweet revenge against her. Her lover had made her swear to refrain from any lewd activity, including getting herself off. Seeing how turnabout is fair play, since she’d done the same thing to her paramour a few months back, she agreed to abstain from anything sexual.

Sadly for her, the mechanic had an added stipulation to the deal. Be damned if Aria knew where or how Gear had found a chastity cage large enough to contain her substantial endowment, but she was locked into the infernal contraption before she’d departed with her band. Though she’d initially scoffed at the notion, the device quickly began to wear at her throughout her trip.

She never really paid attention to how often she got any action, until her equipment had been locked away. What had begun as something frustrating gradually grew worse and worse, ultimately leading the situation to spiral out of control. Dealing with her chastened loins was bad, but it became downright unbearable once her fellow Dazzlings found out about her plight.

It wasn’t uncommon for the trio of sirens to see one another naked, often lounging around their bus in little or nothing, but Aria had initially taken steps to avoid them discovering her imprisoned loins. She’d assumed they would give her pure hell about it, teasing or taunting her, yet even she had underestimated their reactions. One afternoon, once they’d finished practice, she’d forgotten to lock the bathroom door and her locked-up loins had been revealed.

After that moment, her band-mates had become insufferable. Sonata wasn’t that bad, only making the periodic joke or giggling at the confined marecock at Aria’s groin, but Adagio had been far, far worse. Besides the verbal taunting, the lead singer had taken to rather brazen and shameless displays to provoke the tormented fuchsia siren.

With thin walls and little room for privacy in their tour bus or the hotels they stopped in, Aria could hear every lustful howl and moan of delight from the other two Dazzlings; as if that wasn’t bad enough, Adagio and Sonata had both taken to rutting groupies or fans in the living room or backstage. Unable to join in, due to her promise and the vile restriction on her tool, her temper had gotten steadily worse over their tour.

Even with her cock restrained, there were alternative ways for her to get off. For all intents and purposes, she could have fucked herself with a dildo or asked one of her band-mates to plow the cum out of her, but neither option sat well with her. She’s sworn that she’d hold off from blowing a load on her trip and, as a dickmare of her word, she had every intention of sticking to her pledge - that being said, she really, really needed to get laid.

Truthfully speaking, she didn’t have much room to complain. She’d done the same thing to Gear a while back, minus the chastity cage, so the revenge wasn’t unwarranted. Growling to herself, swearing that she and her lover would fuck until they were both walking funny, she stomped backstage and to their changing rooms. If nothing else, a cold beer and some snacks may prove a worthy distraction.

Mere moments after entering the small lounge, before she could even grab a cold bottle of suds from the cooler, the sound of raucous laughter caused her to turn. Adagio and Sonata came parading in behind her, with a trio of floozies in tow. The three devotees, a pair of sprightly young mares and a rather effeminate stallion, were in full fan-girl mode - pawing at and affectionately hugging the duo of sirens.

“So this is where you ran off to!” Adagio announced, smoothly reaching down and squeezing the femcolt’s ass. “These three paid for exclusive meet-and-greet tickets - didn’t they, Sonata?”

“Hmmhmm!” the cerulean songstress hummed, nodding vigorously. “Since they’re so cute, we figured we’d give them a special performance.”

“We even found one for you!” the lead singer snickered, thrusting the stallion towards her pig-tailed friend.

Under ordinary circumstances, Aria would have gleefully pounded the svelte little thing until he was bleating like a bitch; sadly, even if she wanted to get her dick wet, the option wasn’t even remotely viable. Since Gear held the key to her cage, she’d be stuck wearing the damned thing until she got home. Forcing herself to smile, despite knowing full well that Adagio had intended to fuck with her, she grabbed one of the many photos of her band from a nearby crate.

“What’s your name?” Aria groused, snatching up a felt-tip marker.

“Sp...Sp...Sprinkles,” the lad fitfully stammered, staring up at her in awe.

Quickly scribbling her autograph onto the picture, she handed it to the young stallion and shoved him out of the way. “I’m gonna go shower and lay down in the trailer. You five have fun in here,” she grunted, making sure to emphasize the final two words.

As far as she was concerned, her friends and the strumpets they’d bagged could bang all night long - that is, so long as they did so outside of the bus. The changing room of the venue was equipped with a recliner, table, and two sofas; there was more than enough room in there for her friends to get busy - hell, they didn’t even have to be packed up until the following morning! Darkly muttering to herself and quietly praying Adagio and Sonata would give her an evening’s peace, Adagio made her leave.

As she stomped towards their RV, only two things crossed her mind - that bottle of Applejack Daniels she had stashed under the bed and a hot shower. If getting shitfaced and passing out would guarantee her a peaceful night’s rest, it was a small price to pay. Exiting through one of the rear fire escapes of the building, she made a beeline for the bus. She just had to get through another week of being on the road, then she could get back home to her paramour.

After digging a key from her pants, Aria unlocked the vehicle, opened the door, and stepped inside. The interior was dark, nearly pitch black, given the late hour. Instinctively reaching for a switch by the entryway, she turned on the lights and pressed onward. She only made it a few feet inside before she came to a screeching halt.

Laying on one of the sofas in the den of the RV was a body, but not just any body. Covered in coral pink fur, with a black mane and tail streaked with gold, the figure lazily stroked a prodigious log of flesh at her groin - yes, her groin. To accompany her chiseled muscle and impressive stallionhood, a pair of massive bosoms rested on her chest. There was only one person on the planet who held such an inviting combination of features…

“Gear?” Aria blurted, taken completely off guard by the sight of her lover.

“In the flesh and nothing else,” the mechanic snickered. Steadily cranking her semi-flaccid tool, a grin split her muzzle. “I was wondering when you’d show up. I’ve been waiting out here for the last hour or so.”

A number of questions leapt to Aria’s mind, leaving her speechless. How in the hell did Gear get all the way out to Baltimare? Did she break into the RV? Wasn’t she concerned that one of the other Dazzlings would find her? Regardless of the mysteries surrounding her paramours appearance, the burgeoning lust she’d felt for the past weeks roared to the fore. Her equipment, trapped within its cage, struggled against its bonds. Filling with blood, swelling and straining against its confines, the raw force of her endowment could not be denied. With a dull pop, the chastity device snapped in half.

The sound of snapping plastic caused Gear’s eyes to widen, as she stared down at the siren’s tenting pants. “Heh...Guess I won’t be needing this then,” she chuckled, producing a small key from behind her head.

With her growing erection snaking down her pant leg, Aria cocked her head. The surprise of finding her lover in the tour bus had distracted her from something odd, the RV was positively stifling. Unnaturally hot and muggy, she looked over at the thermostat and realized it was cranked to maximum. It wasn’t until she knit her brow did a giggle catch her ear.

“If you’re curious about the temperature, I wanted to be a little warmed up for you,” Gear snickered, drawing the siren’s attention back to herself. “Yup,” she continued, stretching her arms over her head, “I flew in this afternoon, hit a local gym for an hour or two, then got a cab and saw myself into the bus. I probably should have given myself a shower, after the day I had, but I figured you’d want me au naturel…”

Aria’s gaze wandered over her lovers frame, only eventually noticing the sheen of sweat on the woman’s body. Glistening in the light, the curves of the mechanic’s musculature seemed even more pronounced than usual. As her eyes settled onto the mare’s loins, her mouth began to water. Beneath the doubtlessly musky and sublimely girthy length of stallionhood rested a pair of ripe, delectable nuts.

“These?” Gear quipped, relinquishing her shaft to cup her swollen balls. “Yeah, I haven’t touched ‘em for a week. After that last little game of yours, I figured you’d want every drop out of these backed up puppies.”

Aria took a step forward, followed by a second, until she was marching towards her lover. Fuck subtleties, fuck the romance, fuck restraint - after everything she’d gone through for nearly the past month, she was more than happy to drop everything and fuck like it was the last day of her life. As she plodded towards her supine mate, she reached down and unbuttoned her pants.

“I sure as shit hope you’re ready, because I’m not going to stop until we’re both satisfied,” she snarled, nearly ripping her jeans off.

“I’m more than ready for - Oh shit!” Gear gasped, as the siren reached down, grabbed her ankle, and pulled her leg into the air.

Aria was well past the point of giving a shit about anyone walking in on them. She was gonna get lair, right then and there, and she’d be damned if anybody was going to stop her. Grabbing the mechanic by the ankles, she wrenched the hulking dickmare’s lower half upward. With her head between Gear’s thighs, she rested her paramour’s knees on her shoulders and went in for the kill.

Even from a foot away, the divine aroma of sweat and musk filled her nostrils. It was clearly evident that her lover hadn’t been bluffing about skipping a shower, adding another layer of arousal to the entire affair. It wasn’t a bad smell - quite the opposite in fact; earthy, strong, and bearing a subtle sour note, it was the scent of a strong, virile she-stud ready to breed. She would have given herself a moment to savor the natural perfume of her paramour, had the dickmare not started wriggling about in her grasp.

“How about you - Mmmph,” Aria grunted, kicking off her right boot, “quit squirming around and hold still!”

Balancing on one leg, she pressed her bare foot against her lover’s face. The mechanic’s resistance ground to a halt, as a sole to her cheek. Besides Gear’s struggles ceasing, she felt the unmistakable sensation of pouting lips on her toes. Though she’d never gotten an explanation as to why her girlfriend had such a weakness, she’d often use it to please the burly woman.

With the Gear’s resistance having been put to a swift end, Aria honed in on the sweat streaked package before her. Leaning in, she pressed her snout against the ripe, pendulous nuts drooping from her lover’s groin. Positively brimming with seed, those meaty cum-tanks were capable of producing more than enough foal-batter to knock up a mare a dozen times over; grinding her nose against them, flooding her nose with their ambrosial smell, she gave them a kiss.

“Sweet Celestia, I missed you girls,” she purred. Shivering at the thought of draining the cum factories dry, she shifted her focus to the immense stallionhood resting against her face.

Turning her head, drawing her tongue up the vascular length, Aria languidly made her way to the fat, battering ram-like crown of her lover’s member. It really was a divine tool, capable of breaking stallions and mares alike, and it was hers for the taking. Content to keep her foot on Gear’s face, if only to give herself a bit of time to relish the moment a while longer, she opened her maw and slipped the tip of cock into her muzzle.

Covered in velvety skin, surrounding a diamond hard core, the stallionhood was perfection given flesh. Her hands glided down Gear’s legs and grabbed the woman’s hips, as she slowly bobbed her head and wrapped her lips around the glorious shaft. Although some part of her wanted nothing more than to go wild, she restrained herself - like a fine wine or extravagant meal, she wanted to relish their intimacy.

Happily kissing and suckling away at the siren’s toes, Gear silently lavished the songstress’ foot - that was, until her length slipped into the snug confines of Aria’s throat. A deep groan of satisfaction escaped her, feeling the warm, tight, and exceptionally well-trained esophagus of her paramour. Folding to her kink and being fellated, she was more than happy to let the musician take the lead.

Hearing her lover’s moan of pleasure chipped away at Aria’s resolve. She almost considered giving in, retreating and letting the mechanic plow her into a coma, but she thought better of it. Until she’d pushed her lover to the brink, there was no way in hell she was going to stop. Drawing a deep breath through her nose, she relaxed herself and rammed her head forward.

“Oh fuck,” Gear growled.

Peeking upwards, watching the siren’s throat obscenely bulge, she pawed at her mate’s leg. Situated as she was, upside down and resting on her shoulders, there wasn’t much she could do to reciprocate - then again, that was Aria’s intent. Their carnal affairs always had been a cat-and-mouse game, with one constantly trying to wind up or outdo the other, so she wasn’t surprised. When she did get free, she’d be sure to pay back the siren’s affections with interest.

Expertly fellating her lover, employing a number of tactics to maximize the experience for them both, Aria’s ministrations steadily slowed. She was so hard that it hurt, her view of Gear wasn’t the best, and she wasn’t exactly comfortable supporting her paramour in such a way, but none of those are what caused her to stop - no, her reasoning was far more subtle. The monstrous appendage she’d been swabbing her throat with had begun to throb, signalling her that it was time to move on.

She had every intention of making good on her promise, of milking every single bit of spunk from the dickmare, but she wasn’t about to get it from a blowjob - at least, not the first and biggest load. Retracting her head and withdrawing the stallionhood from her gullet, she eased the woman’s legs off her shoulders and down to the floor. Though she’d been freed, Gear continued to gleefully worship her toes.

Aria opened her mouth to speak, but thought better of it. There were times for words and there were times for action - of which she was in the latter. Removing her sole from the mechanic’s face, she leaned forward, scooped the woman up, and tossed her into a fireman’s carry. Even though she wasn’t quite as large or heavily built as her lover, she found herself imbued with an unnatural strength. Trudging to the back of the RV, she trundled her mate to her den.

Aria’s impressive feat of strength only served to get Gear more excited than she already was. She could only recall a handful of times when the siren had been that enthusiastic before and she knew from experience she was about to get her world rocked. Carried off to the bedroom at the back of the bus, she found herself deftly unslung and placed on her feet.

Stepping before the naked and somewhat perplexed looking mechanic, Aria raised her hands and grinned. “Strip me, you-” before she could even finish, her shirt and bra were ripped from her torso. Her pants and thong quickly followed suit, rent from her body as if they were little more than tissue paper. She could have been angry, since the outfit had cost several hundred bits, the raw force and primal desire of her paramour sent a shiver up her spine.

“Now that that’s taken care of, how about we quit the games,” Gear chuckled. Traipsing around the nude siren, she seated herself on the mattress’ edge.

Turning to face the she-stud, Aria’s eyes locked on the meaty pillar at Gear’s groin. She hoped her lover would take the lead, bending her over and fucking her through the mattress, although that could wait - for the time being, she knew exactly what to do. Leaning in, she gave her lover’s bloated shaft a few quick pumps.

Though her mate was already beading pre-cum, she realized it would probably be a good idea to find a bit of lube. Hastily scanning the area, knowing full well there was a bottle of the stuff laying around somewhere, she quickly found what she was looking for. Snatching the container and inadvertently snapping the pump-top clear off, she squirted the slick substance over her lower back and into the cleft of her rump.

A bit more slickened than she’d intended, she was undeterred. Reaching behind herself, smearing her tush and entrance with the thick jell, her enthusiasm got the better of her. Inadvertently crushing the bottle with her off hand, she sent lube spattering over the carpeted floor, bed, and the surrounding area; honestly, she couldn’t care less, considering the place would likely be trashed by the time they were finished.

Lifting one leg and swinging it over Gear’s lap, she lowered her waist and carefully got into position. Guided by touch alone, feeling the blunt tip of stallionhood glide up her inner thigh and to her entrance, a shiver of anticipation ran up her spine. She couldn’t care less about warming up or any sort of foreplay, allowing her desires alone to drive her descent. As her mate’s cock-head pressed against her pucker, she gleefully rammed herself downward.

The weeks of disuse rendered her entrance more taut than usual, but that only barely impeded her progress. Impaling herself, swallowing the first few inches like an overzealous youth, she only slowed to get herself comfortable. Straddling her lover, she struggled to remain composed. As badly as she would have loved to hop down and fully hilt her lover, she yearned to feel every wondrous inch gradually rearrange her bowels.

Wriggling in place, feeling the thick medial ring of Gear’s length pop into her tush, her casual pace came to a swift end; grabbing her hips, apparently ready to get the show going, the hulking dickmare hauled her body down while thrusting up. The move had the desired effect, burying the vascular marecock into her behind and leaving her fully seated on her mate’s lap.

“You’re so fucking hot when I’m in you,” Gear hummed, drawing the siren’s eye.

“You’re even hotter when you’re balls deep in my juicy ass,” Aria purred.

The two stared longingly at one another, if only for the briefest of moments, before the gloves came off. Their lips met, their tongues entwined, and their bodies began to stir. Moving in harmony, with Gear bucking up to meet Aria’s bouncing behind, the pair sloppily made out with one another. Wasting no time whatsoever, each seemingly tried to outdo the other.

Over their muted, somewhat muffled moans of delight, the rhythmic sound of Plap Plap Plap cut through the air. With every collision of their bodies, Gear’s pendulous nuts leapt upward to smack Aria’s backside. In a primal, frenzied way, it was somewhat romantic - two creatures giving in to their base desires and doing their damnedest to sate their carnal urges.

It was only when the siren felt something bump against her chin did she withdraw - if only for a moment. Peeking downward, spying her cock sandwiched between her and her lover’s bosoms, she smiled. She hadn’t quite planned on getting a double-tit fuck, but she sure as hell wasn’t about to complain. Content to let their breasts massage and caress her throbbing length, she drove her tongue back into her mate’s mouth.

Onward and onward they went, fucking like a pair of amazon Queens. Hellbent on slaking their lust, driven by their passion, they endured - at least, for a time. Unfortunately for the songstress, the weeks of chastity and self-imposed abstinence had left her endurance lacking. Fighting through the bliss, heedless of how close to her limit was, she soldiered onward.

Like a brave warrior of legend, she pushed herself to the limit. Though she knew full well she was about to cum, her motions didn’t slow in the slightest. Relentlessly bouncing on the mechanic, she skillfully clenched her hole until her final moments. Continuing undeterred, her stallionhood flared and erupted, painting their chests, necks, and faces with potent goodness.

“Hot damn,” Gear tittered, pulling away and beaming from ear to ear, “you really were pent up.”

Grinning like an idiot, Aria simply clutched her mate and rolled to the side. The orgasm had felt damn near therapeutic, yet she knew she wasn’t finished yet - not by a long shot. As she sweetly caressed Gear’s hair, the rigid shaft in her ass reminded her that she had a job to do. Though her lover hadn’t cum yet, she had every intention of remedying that. Almost reluctantly, she pushed herself off the turgid marecock within her.

Laying side by side, positively glazed in spunk, the two softly giggled. Being covered in or filled with one another’s essence wasn’t an uncommon scene, yet it never seemed to lose its charm. Aria mopped the warm fluid from Gear’s face, before licking her fingers clean. While she would have rather sampled her lover’s potent jizz, she felt sure she’d get her chance soon enough - which reminded her...

Getting up and wheeling around on all fours, the siren pressed her bare bosoms to the mattress, raised her waist, and arched her back. Had this been any other occasion, she would have taken her time and put on a bit of a show - as things stood, she couldn’t hold out any longer. If she wanted to be bred like some randy slut, she’d present herself like one.

Retrieving the shattered plastic bottle of lube from the floor, Gear shook what little remained of the gooey liquid onto her stallionhood. Cranking herself off, coating the entirety of her shaft in the gel, a twisted smirk crossed her face. The look alone was enough to let the siren know what was about to happen, but that didn’t stop the songstress from putting the icing on the cake.

Peeking back and over her shoulder, Aria grinned. Being screwed to finish was all well and good, but her lover had yet to fill her with that hot, syrupy seed. As far as she was concerned, she wouldn’t be satisfied until she was positively brimming with jizz. Reaching back and grabbing one pillowy bun in each hand, she prized her cheeks apart and displayed her succulent pucker.

“So…” she cooed, gently swaying her hips from side to side, “you gonna stand there all day or are you gonna come over here and knock my ass up?”

The jab tipped Gear over the edge. She would have usually feasted upon or toyed with her paramour, even when she was exceptionally randy, but not today. Stepping to the bed, she leaned forward, grabbed the siren’s waist, and hauled the woman to the edge of the mattress. Guiding her stallionhood to Aria’s backdoor, kissing the twitching entrance with the fat head of her dick, she slammed herself into her lover.

With her lover fully in control, the siren’s eyes rolled to the back of her head. Riding a dick was plenty of fun, but nothing quite beat the subjugation of being bent over and fucked raw. Tightly gripping and biting the sheets, doing what she could to keep from being toppled over, the bed angrily groaned and buckled beneath her.

As before, Gear wasted no time in getting right to business. Firmly grasping her mate’s hips, she deep-dicked the singer with reckless abandon. Every thrust drove the slightly smaller woman lurching forward, as the bed frame and mattress whined and rocked beneath them. Knowing she wouldn’t last forever, since she’d held off from busting a nut for nearly two weeks, she put her considerable experience to work.

She’d been with Aria long enough to know exactly what buttons to hit and how best to hit them. Peering downward, watching her pistoning length driving in and out of the woman’s upturned ass, she gauged her depth. Stepping forward and adjusting herself, she leaned in, grabbed her lover’s hair, and pulled back. Besides liking it rough,she wanted to make sure the songstress was reminded of how domineering she could be.

Standing on her tiptoes and altering the angle of her plunges, her medial ring jackhammered the siren’s tender prostate. The slight shift in positioning had a twofold effect; for starters, Aria’s whorish moans raised an octave - secondly, the sound of cracking timber and splitting beams joined the cacophony of grunting and mewling. Pulling out all the stops, teetering on the brink, Gear made a mad dash to the finish line.

The absolutely merciless pounding Aria received was godly. Even with the more skilled partners she’d bedded, she’d almost always get a reach around or some form of stimulation to her dick to achieve climax - with Gear, it was a different story. Being manhandled and rutted by a dickmare of such impeccable size and strength was beyond reproach. Throwing her head back, yearning to feel her lover’s essence within herself, she drew a shuddering breath.

“Breed me!” she howled, desperation dripping from her lilting voice.

The plea didn’t fall on deaf ears. Hilting herself and gritting her teeth, Gear’s gave her paramour what she wanted. Her stallionhood pulsed wildly, as rope after rope of virile seed surged through her shaft and into the siren’s depths. It would have been the perfect crescendo for their heated encounter, were it not for one small thing - mid climax, the bed collapsed.

The frame snapped in half and at least two of the legs crumpled, causing the couple to lose their balance. Gear toppled onto Aria, who awkwardly slid from the mattress and to the carpet beneath them. Their bodies parted as they were upended, exacerbating the scene with untold pints of wasted seed.

Gear’s erupting stallionhood spewed spunk over the shattered bed, floor, and dresser, while the foal-batter that had made it into Aria’s ass weakly dribbled onto the carpet. It was as infuriating as it was tragic and neither woman was all too pleased with the development. Neither cared about the destruction of property, but they were less than happy that the moment had been ruined.

“Fucking piece of shit,” Aria groused, getting to her feet and kicking the ruined piece of furniture.

“It’s not that big of a deal,” Gear sighed, shaking her head in amusement. “After all, I’m pretty sure it wasn’t made for two studs like us. Funny thing though,” she continued, stepping over to one of the nearby exterior wall, “I bet this might be a little more durable…”

The siren’s smile returned, as she strutted over to the amazoness. “If it’s not, I guess anyone in the parking lot will get a free show.”

Reaching up and taking Gear’s face in her hands, Aria locked lips with her mate. Even if the bed had been sundered, there were plenty of other places to bang. She couldn’t care less if they demolished the stupid tour bus - it wasn’t their fault that the thing was so damn flimsy. Balancing on one foot, she lifted a leg and wrapped it around the mechanic’s waist.

Leaping to action, ready to make amends for the calamitous climax on the mattress, Gear spun the siren and pinned her back against the wall. Lowering her arms and grabbing her lover’s upper thighs, she lifted the woman and got her into position. If a wooden bed frame wasn’t sturdy enough to endure their screwing, maybe the alloy exterior would do the trick.

Flexing her waist and contracting her abs, Aria dragged her equipment over her lover’s rigid length. Gear simply grabbed the base of her tool, angled it towards the siren’s rump, and made ready. It was a well practiced routine and neither needed to say a word to get ready. Bucking her hips, the tip of unyielding cock-flesh Popped into the pig-tailed performer’s tush.

“Fuck me like you mean it,” Aria purred, locking her legs around the mechanic.

Relinquishing her stallionhood, Gear grabbed her mate’s hips. “I always do.”

Just like that, the two were off to the races again. The prior bout had served to loosen Aria’s hole just a tad, yet the siren’s sublime control of her pucker was unparalleled. Clenching on the thrusts and relaxing on the backstrokes, she milked her lover’s vast length with startling ease. Had she been bedding someone just for herself, she wouldn’t have taken the time or extra effort to care for her partner - for Gear, she’d do damn near anything.

The position didn’t afford Gear quite as much control as she’d had on the then ruined bed, but she didn’t mind. With the siren’s legs wrapped firmly around her, she leveled every ounce of her titanic might against her mate. Plowing the musician against the wall, ready to make amends for their less than stellar luck with the doggy style, her dominant streak leapt to the fore. She cautiously freed one hand, moved it up her lover’s side, and grabbed the songstress’ hair.

In the blink of an eye, Aria’s head was wrenched backwards. The surprise was immediately followed by a strong, muscular tongue working into her snout. Instinctively closing her eyes and returning the kiss, she hummed into her paramour’s mouth. This was the way it was supposed to be, with her pinned against something getting her brains fucked out by the biggest, strongest, sexiest woman she’d ever met.

Frenching against the wall, the pair did what they could to drive each other onward. There was almost always a subtle undertone of conflict between them; despite cherishing one another implicitly, some part of their biology forced them to compete - sure, Gear may have been a bit larger than the siren, but Aria wasn’t without a few tricks to level the field. Sinking her nails into the mechanic’s back, she pulled away and bit her lover’s lip.

One benefit of bottoming was that, more often than not, her hands were free. Being dicked down didn’t mean she wasn’t without a certain amount of control - control she was quick to assert. Adding a twinge of pain to the bliss her heavenly ass afforded, she fanned the flames of Gear’s lust and pushed her onward.

As they had on the bed, the two went at each other like a pair of crazed beasts. Their kissing, while seemingly passionate, was the embodiment of their sexual wants and primitive desires. Each was a carnal creature without peer, born to be living demigods of carnal prowess, so watching them making love was as awe inspiring as it was jaw dropping. Seeing one dickmare having sex was impressive enough, but watching two going at it was a sight to behold.

Setting her jaw, Gear ravaged the siren’s behind with unstoppable force. Though she was dimly aware of the drywall cracking around them, as well as growing dent she was pounding Aria into, she didn’t relent. If by some small chance they went through the damn wall, so be it. Turning her head and pulling her lip away, her muzzle shot downward and bit down on her lover’s trapezius.

The sudden burst of pain mingled with Aria’s rapture, spurring her to return the favor. Shoving Gear away, she leaned in and wrapped her lips around the woman’s teat. What started as a tender kiss upon the tender nipple abruptly shifted into a rather forceful nibble. Her lover hissed above her, before she reaped vengeance. Rocking her hips back, dislodging nearly the entirety of her length, the mechanic braced her legs and hammered her waist forward.

Aria winced at the particularly fervent thrust, but not from discomfort. Something behind her gave way, causing her to sink several inches into the crumbling gypsum. She honestly wouldn’t have minded being plowed into the wall, had it not been for the fact that something was digging into her shoulder blade. While she wasn’t opposed to some discomfort while being rutted, the cold sensation was far from pleasant and immediately soured the mood.

“Cheap piece of shit RV,” she rumbled, fighting to free herself.

Grinding to a halt, Gear allowed the siren to dismount and get to her feet. “I’m surprised this thing isn’t more sturdy. If Adagio and Sonata fuck half as hard as you, everything should be reinforced to the nth degree.”

“They went for the budget option. I fucking told them to spend the extra bits, but nooooo let’s spare the money and get something that’s made out of tissue paper,” the songstress griped, plodding away and towards the living area.

She and her lover could continue their escapade after they were somewhere that could withstand a carnal romp of their magnitude. There were plenty of hotels to choose from, including one she and Gear had banged in nearly a year ago, so they weren’t lacking in options. Traipsing to the mini-fridge, feeling a bit of foal-batter leaking down her inner thigh, she flung the appliance open and retrieved two beers.

“Catch,” she noted, tossing one to her lover.

Snatching the frosty brew from the air, Gear eased herself to the floor and rested her back against the island counter. Cracking the bottle open and inadvertently showering herself with the cold suds, she grimaced. “Thanks…”

Seeing the dickmare’s face covered in the remnants of her cum and frothy beer, Aria snickered. “If you’d rather have something warm,” she teased, strutting over to the seated woman, “I’m sure I could think of an alternative...”

Whether Gear was joking or not, she truthfully couldn’t say - either way, the mechanic opened her mouth and invitingly rolled out her tongue. Not one to pass up one of the relatively rare opportunities to get some oral action from her paramour, she grabbed her hardening tool, stepped forward, and guided her tool into the woman’s maw.

After throwing the nearly full bottle to the side, shattering it against and coincidentally punching a hole in the flat screen, Gear’s hands shot to Aria’s hips. Like some lusty teenager, she pressed her head forward and forced the impressive length of siren dick down her gullet. Eager to oblige, the fuchsia dickmare sank her fingers into her lover’s scalp and began thrusting. It wasn’t every day that she got to swab her mate’s throat, so she sure as hell was going to take advantage of the opportunity.

Even though it was uncommon for the mechanic to allow her face to be fucked, she certainly wasn’t a slouch in the matter. Drawing breaths when she could, gleefully tugging at Aria’s waist, she throated the monster with gusto. Only the occasional muted gag escaped her, although those were likely due to the siren shifting her pace and trying to torment her mate.

Feeling and hearing Gear’s dome Thump against the edge of the counter, Aria bent at the waist and grabbed ‘hold of the opposite end of the island. Using the not insubstantial strength in her arms and legs, she savagely bucked into her lover’s muzzle. Humping away, more than happy to pump a load into the mechanic’s stomach, a sickening crunch caught her ear.

Before she could react, the base of the counter fractured. Mid thrust, the siren was nearly flung up and over the demolished piece of furniture - nearly in that she was narrowly caught by her paramour. Righting herself and stepping back, she watched Gear defeatedly roll her head back and unsheath the wetted cock from her snout. It would have been yet another unfortunate turn of events, had the mechanic not started to laugh.

“I hope you gals have insurance,” Gear chuckled, licking the saliva and pre-cum from her lips.

Aria pursed her lips and shrugged. She couldn’t give a shit less if the vehicle’s coverage included wanton and exceedingly destructive acts of bedroom bedlam. Surveying the damaged and nearly trashed living area, her eyes settled upon one piece of furniture which had gone largely unmolested. Since the place was a mess and would likely need a substantial amount of work, she saw no reason not to…

“You wanna break the couch?” she asked, hitching her thumb at the sofa.

Pushing herself up, Gear smiled and shook her head. “Fuck it, sure, why not.”

With childlike glee, Aria skipped across the room and flung herself into one corner of the sofa. As she lifted her legs, grabbed her ankles, and presented her rump, her cock flopped between her bosoms. Besides being a damn fun position to be rutted in, she might just treat herself to some auto-fellatio, that is, if her lover didn’t want to continue making out.

Gear rolled her shoulders, stepped over, and grabbed the siren’s legs. The couch sat relatively low to the floor, although that seemed to suit her just fine. Lowering herself just a tad, she effortlessly slid her tool into Aria’s drooling, cum slick entrance and started fucking. As with their previous three destructive attempts, there was very little restraint.

Almost immediately, the sofa started to buckle. Sounds of breaking wood and straining framework were accompanied by laughter, grunting, and heavy breathing. Though the pair had every intention of destroying the couch, they were going to enjoy themselves throughout the process. Besides the undeniably wonderful sensations each afforded the other, there was something almost naughty about the act of vandalism.

Locked into a mating press, with her legs held to either side of her head, Aria squealed in delight. She felt fantastic, the sex was cathartic, and she had a sublime view of her mate’s beautiful face and bust. She didn’t care all that much about cumming again, suspecting that they’d likely retreat to a hotel after they had their fun, but that wasn’t all - no matter what she did or where she did it, so long as she was with Gear, she’d be all the more happy.

As she lay there, held in the grip of her mate, Aria noticed a subtle shift to Gear’s pace. The deliberate and rapid-fire pistoning transitioned into a chaotic and almost frenzied series of thrusts, leading her to assume the woman wouldn’t last long. Being somewhat close to blowing a load herself, but not quite close enough to cum alongside her lover, she craned her head downward and popped the broad tip of her stallionhood into her mouth.

The twofold combo of sucking herself off while being screwed did the trick. Her prostate throbbed, her balls churned, and her heart thundered in her chest. As she hungrily slurped away at herself, tasting the remnants of cum and her lover’s saliva on her cock, she peered upward. The moment their eyes met, time seemed to stand still - at least it did, until a triumphant bellow escaped Gear.

The influx of scalding seed rushing through her innards forced Aria over the edge. Little more than a living, breathing cum dumpster, her belly distended with the second profound deposit of foal-batter. The heat and pressure of so much seed, combined with the service she was providing herself, proved too much to bear. Cumming like a fire hydrant, she greedily gulped down her essence.

Try as she might, she wasn’t able to swallow the entirety of her monumental output; had she been throating herself, it wouldn’t have been an issue, but that was not the case. Strands of spunk spurted past her lips and flew out her nose, yet she was able to contain the overwhelming majority of potent goodness. Rearing back, theatrically taking the final few shots over her face, hair, and rack, she drew a breath.

“Between all the cum and damage, I think this bus is a loss,” Gear croaked, unable to contain her amusement. On shaky legs, she dismounted and wiped sweat from her brow.

Aria shakily got to her feet and surveyed the scene. Had it not been for the lube and cum everywhere, one could have easily thought that a tornado had rolled through the place. Dismissively waving a hand, she wrapped her arms around her mate. “They’ll be - Burp - fine.”

“You wanna get out of here and get a room somewhere?” Gear asked. Smiling down on the siren, she pulled the woman close.

Tightening her grip, Aria beamed. “As long as you’ll be there with me, sure.”

The mechanic nodded, loosening her grip and stepping away. “I brought you a change of clothes, just in case. They should be in my duffel by the driver’s compartment,” she noted, strolling back to the fridge and helping herself to a beer.

Shambling to the front of the RV, Aria glanced around and quickly found her quarry. Squatting down and retrieving the oversized bag, something struck her as off. It was rare that Gear traveled with that much luggage, unless she’d been planning on staying more than a week somewhere. Quirking a brow, she looked over her shoulder.

“What?” Gear huffed, swallowing down a mouthful of brew. Resting on the battered remnants of the sofa, a coy little smile split her face. “Your shit is right on top. I just grabbed some simple stuff, don’t be mad if it’s not fancy.”

Returning her focus to the duffel, Aria unzipped the baggage, peered inside, and went still. Atop the folded garments rested a small wooden box. Filigreed with silver, the miniature chest was exceptionally ornate and was clearly designed to hold jewelry of some kind. While they’d exchanged trinkets on several occasions, something told her that this was different.

“Open it,” Gear whispered, from somewhere close behind her.

With trembling hands, Aria lifted the tiny box and flipped the lid. A gold band with a single diamond sat perched inside the case, glimmering in the dim light of the bus. Confused and frightened, feeling terror and joy clashing within herself, she wheeled around and found her lover kneeling by her side.

“I...I couldn’t think of a way to bring it up,” Gear murmured, hesitantly meeting the songstress’ eyes. “Don’t make me ask if you will…”

In that moment, raw, unfettered happiness welled up within Aria. A tear crept down her cheek, her voice hitched in her throat, and she felt weak in the knees. Never in her life could she have expected to receive a proposal, let alone from the most magnificent dickmare she’d ever met, so words failed her. Even if she could have spoken, she wouldn’t know what to say.

Nodding enthusiastically, quietly weeping, she tackled Gear to the floor. It was as close to a yes as her lover was going to get. Peppering the mechanic with kisses, positively elated by the unexpected development, she held her mate tight. All her life’s worries bled away, disappearing to nothing, as Gear’s arms wrapped around her. In that moment and for many more, the only thing that mattered to her was her lover…

~

Hours later, well after Aria and Gear had forsaken the razed and cum-laden RV, the siren’s band-mates stumbled upon the scene. The happy couple would have been none the wiser, had it not been for a series of missed calls, texts, and a voice message on the songstress’ phone. The morning following, while cuddling in bed, they finally decided to check the phone.

“Aria, I don’t know what in the hell happened to the tour bus, but your ass is grass. Don’t even try weaselling your way out of this shit, I know you had something to do with it! Probably had that she-stud of a marefriend of yours come up for a visit and ended up doing a little remodeling. I’m going to call the insurance company and tell them that it was a party that got out of hand, but I don’t think that’s covered for our polic - Oh for fuck’s sake! Seriously?!? Did you SERIOUSLY break the fucking flatscree-”

The message was eventually cut off, leaving the lovers to giggle. With the damage done, there wasn’t much to be done. If worse came to worst, Gear could always help with the repairs and cleanup efforts. Even if the damn thing wasn’t salvageable, it wasn’t like the band didn’t have bits to spare - hell, they could probably write a new RV off as a business expense. Either way, for the time being, it wasn’t the couple’s concern. They could tackle the problem after whiling away the morning with one another.